Harry’s dark bulk moved with silent grace through the forest underbrush. A soft hoot from the left altered his course, causing him to circle back. He couldn’t see Nathan or Frank, they were ranging ahead, driving the prey deeper into the shadowed woods. Joel’s eyes caught his, and the tall dark haired boy nodded.
The two shifted again. They hunkered down on either side of the game trail, moving with the cold economy of boys who hunted often together. Harry and his second in command made a devastating killing team, and any boy foolish enough to enter their territory, save those wretched tree dwelling monkeys, was doomed.
Panic heavy feet thudded down the path, followed by the more nimble steps of the Black tribe hunters. Dave gave a blood curdling yawl. A savage grin bloomed on Harry’s lips at the sound. His heavy body tensed in preparation, large fists clenched and relaxed, eager for the upcoming kill.
A white haired boy broke through a tangle of low hanging branches, his gaze turned away from the trail ahead, staring in horror at the black haired boys gaining on him.
With a roar, Harry leapt onto the trail, directly into the white hair’s path.
The boy, slender compared to the thick built black hairs, squealed in terror and skidded to a stop. He gave another shrill cry when rock cut deeply into his bare foot.
Joel bellowed with laughter as he leapt out of hiding and reached out to grab the terrified boy.
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